#witcher sick fic

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[thedemonofcat]

The reunion between Jaskier and Geralt is caused by Jaskier's sickness. After the mountain Jaskier was discovered to be part elf, he became the victim of a rare disease that is peculiar to elves.

The human healers in Oxenfurt aren't able to heal. Jaskier's friend offers a contract to anyone who can help find the cure.

As Ciri has convinced Geralt to accept the job, he is shocked to find that Jaskier is the job. After needing to save Jaskier, Geralt becomes determined to find a cure that will save his life.

Therefore, Geralt ends up dragging Jaskier halfway around the continent in order to find a cure for his disease. But as the time draws closer to winter and the need to get Ciri safely to Kear Morhen, the urgency is growing. There is less and less chance of finding a cure for Jaskier's illnesses as time goes on. This led Geralt to wonder if

Jaskier should be taken back to Oxenfurt so that he can die amongst his friends. Alternatively, Geralt wonders if he might be selfish if he took Jaskier back to Kear Morhen so that he would be able to be with him when he dies.

Jaskier wonders how to make sure his last words are expressing his love for Geralt.

[writinglizards]

good morning/afternoon from the dead, how interested would we all (by we i mean geraskier girlies) be in a omegaverse mpreg fic that i have had sitting finished in my drive literally since sometime in 2021?

I will not be doing serious editing if I post it, only posting.

[midniitemusewrites]

Hmm. Geraskier but it's Crimson Peak. Not sure who the mysterious sibling is. Could be Yennefer. Could be Eskel ala inexplixific's warlord AU.

[beth--b]

stubborn as a mule

Jaskier had always been a stubborn, willful child. As he had grown older that had never really changed, though he had learnt to pick and choose his battles.

He would always fight to ensure Geralt was treated fairly, or at least paid fairly for his work. He'd be as stubborn as required for that particular endeavour.

He would not argue however, if Geralt told him not to feed Roach too many sugar cubes.

He'd just be careful to ensure Geralt was out of earshot when he did it next.

Geralt knew of course that Jaskier was stubborn as a mule.

Which is why when the bard began to come down with a cold he knew not to mention it. That did not mean he would ignore it, or let the idiot cause himself harm by arguing with Geralt about how he was 'fine' when he was clearly anything but.

They were heading up the path towards Kaer Morhen. They had made good time, and it was a warmer than average fall so they had not been in a huge rush. When he noticed Jaskier seemed a little slower than the previous day he decided to pay a little extra attention.

After Jaskier stopped his usual running commentary Geralt began to plan.

He let them travel on until it was close enough to lunch to reasonably call for them to stop.

read it on ao3 here

"Come on Jask, we'll stop here for lunch," Geralt led Roach to one side of the path and dug through the saddle bags for some jerky. He handed some to Jaskier without a word and proceeded to find a fallen log motioning for the bard to sit beside him.

Jaskier looked ready to argue but instead he just closed his eyes briefly before sitting beside Geralt on the log. They ate in silence, Jaskier slowly moving closer to Geralt's warmth. By the time they were done eating he looked ready to fall asleep, head resting on an armoured shoulder. Despite knowing how the afternoon would likely play out if he let them rest too much longer Geralt still took his time to get some water for himself and Jaskier, to check Roach's saddle and saddlebags were secure, and finally to feed Roach a slightly shrivelled apple, the last in their packs.

With no more reason to stall Geralt headed back on the path, Jaskier following behind.

The day wore on, and apart from being abnormally quiet and a little slower than usual, Jaskier didn't seem any worse off.

They made camp in a small shelter that had been used by many a Witcher before. It wasn't much but it was dry and the biting wind that had picked up as the evening wore on was far less bothersome than it otherwise would have been.

They ate some dried fruit and nuts, along with some more jerky for supper and as soon as he could reasonably do so Geralt climbed into their shared bedrolls laid out on the earthen floor.

With little else to do Jaskier followed, bard and Witcher curling up together under a pile of furs and blankets

"G'night love," Jaskier murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Geralt's cheek. Geralt pulled the bard a little closer and hoped he was better come morning. He had a feeling though that luck would not be on their side.

X

Geralt woke first, though this was certainly nothing unusual. He took a few moments to watch the sleeping bard, trying to figure out if Jaskier was doing better or worse. Though he couldn't say for certain, he was fairly sure the answer was worse.

Jaskier looked pale, far more than was usual for the bard. He was breathing through his mouth and his breaths sounded harsher than normal. 

Geralt wanted nothing more than to bundle Jaskier up and put him on Roach for the rest of the days trek to the keep. He knew though that if he even suggested such a thing Jaskier would deny that he was feeling ill. As far as Jaskier was concerned he never got sick, So when he did he tried to act as though he were fine, until he could no longer keep up the act, or got better. Once Geralt tried to make him rest while he fought off a bout of the flu, suffice to say that Jaskier stubbornly refused to acknowledge that he was sick until he threw up and passed out. Geralt had no intention of letting that happen again.

Knowing he couldn't stall any longer if they wanted to make it to Kaer Morhen before nightfall, Geralt reluctantly woke the bard.

"Wake up Jask," he said softly, stroking his hand through brunette locks. Jaskier mumbled something unintelligible before groaning and turning to bury his head against Geralt's chest.  Stifling a grin, Geralt sat up and pushed the blankets away, causing Jaskier to yelp and the cold air. 

Jaskier glared up at him but Geralt just stood up and set about getting them some semblance of food from their dwindling supplies.  

"When d' you think we'll get there?" Jaskier questioned as he finished up his food. He'd been to the keep several times before, but different weather could slow the journey. Geralt wanted to say they'd be there by lunch if they go moving now at a good pace, he also didn't want Jaskier to push himself too hard. Though the sooner he was warm in the Keep, the better.

"By dinner," he finally settled on.

Seemingly too tired to argue, Jaskier just nodded and helped gather their things up so they could get moving.

Within a few hours Jaskier was sniffling and had begun to cough. He tried to hide it in his cloak, though of course Geralt was aware. He was always aware of Jaskier.

The sky was beginning to darken, a storm rolling in. It would be a few hours before it reached them, but with Jaskier already ill he knew they needed to make it to the Keep well before the storm hit.

Despite knowing his stubborn bard would probably argue he needed to get Jaskier on Roach to help hurry things along.

Before GeraIt could voice his thoughts, Jaskier broke the silence that had fallen between them.

"Storm coming love, think we can beat it?" Jaskier asked, looking over his shoulder at the black clouds. His voice sounded rough, Geralt knew he could add 'sore throat' to the list of symptoms Jaskier was accumulating. 

"If you ride Roach and we hurry we should be able to."

Jaskier seemed to contemplate this for a moment, a slight shiver wracking his frame as he slowed to a stop.

"Alright, if you’re sure," Jaskier agreed, tugging his cloak tighter around himself.

Geralt just nodded, taking Jaskier's hand he led him to Roach and let the brunette steady himself on Geralt as he mounted the mare.

With Jaskier on Roach, and of his own volition, Geralt was able to pick up the pace significantly. It was still a difficult path to travel but both Witcher and mare knew the way well. It was far more difficult with ice and snow to contend with after all.

Despite the increased speed the storm eventually caught up. Winds picked up, causing Jaskier to hunch over in the saddle, keeping his head down close to Roach's neck. He was freezing cold and was coughing harshly.

Geralt wanted to get in the saddle and help warm his friend, his partner, but he knew Jaskier would protest. He also knew it would be dangerous for Roach to carry them both in this weather. As the storm grew nearer the light had faded until it was hardly brighter than it would be as the sun began to set.

As the snow began to fall, they finally reached the gates.

Eskel was there, waiting just behind the closed gates, ready to help open them for the new arrivals.

While Geralt helped an unsteady Jaskier down from the saddle, Eskel waited to take Roach to the stable, leading the mare away as soon as the bard was on solid ground.

The weather was quickly getting worse and Geralt nodded to Eskel in thanks as he hastily led Jaskier to the doors of the Keep.

Once they were inside Vesemir greeted them happy to see they had made it safely through another year on the path, one glance at a still trembling Jaskier and he motioned them towards the roaring fireplace in the kitchen. It would be warmer there than in the hall and they could get Jaskier something warm to drink at the same time.

“Geralt, help him out of his damp gear and get him by the fire. I’ll make us all some tea,” Vesemir said, heading to the pantry to get tea leaves.

Wasting no time now they were inside he sat Jaskier before the fire and helped strip him of his outerwear and boots. He then removed his own damp gear and sat beside Jaskier, pulling the bard into his arms and helping to warm him.

Tea was ready before long and Jaskier gratefully accepted the steaming mug from Vesemir.

“Thank you,” Jaskier croaked out, looking almost surprised at how awful he sounded.

Geralt refrained from rolling his eyes. He loved the bard, truly, but one day his dogged refusal to accept that he was not above such things as illness would get the damn fool killed. 

As Jaskier warmed up he began to drift off, head lolling against Geralt’s chest and the now empty mug in his hand dangling from lax fingers. Geralt retrieved the mug, passing it to Vesemir to deal with later, and stood, lifting Jaskier into his arms and with a quick thanks to his mentor he headed towards his room with Jaskier. 

He had been correct in thinking that Eskel would take their bags up and get the fire going, the dark haired Witcher was just leaving the room as Geralt arrived.

“All set in there for you Wolf,” Eskel said, stepping aside so Geralt could enter the room.

“Thank you, I’ll find you later Eskel,” Geralt murmured, not wanting to disturb the sleeping bard in his arms. Turning away from his brother, Geralt entered their room.

The room was small and sparsely decorated, though not as much as it had been before he met Jaskier. A handful of books on the shelf, a few small trinkets from various places they had been together. Some spare lute strings left over from Jaskier’s last visit. There were furs on the bed and a small desk and wooden chair to one side of the room. A trunk for their clothes at the end of the bed. Their saddle bags and Jaskier’s lute case had been carefully placed in one corner to be sorted out later.

Laying the sleeping bard on the bed, Geralt stripped out of the rest of his clothes. Opting for some clothes from the trunk rather than those in the saddle bags, he changed into a pair of soft sleep pants, one of the few indulgences he allowed himself for winter in the Keep. He contemplated leaving Jaskier to sleep as he was, but the bard’s clothing was still slightly damp and wouldn’t help whatever illness he had already picked up. Finding another pair of sleep pants and a worn chemise he roused Jaskier just enough to get him changed. The bard let out a deep barking cough, rubbing at his chest before falling asleep one more.

Geralt was worried.

He knew he should have pushed Jaskier to rest more, to acknowledge that he was feeling poorly, but he hadn’t wanted to waste time with the arguments that would have followed. He just hoped that Jaskier didn’t end up too sick.

It wasn’t too late in the day, having Jaskier ride had saved them some time, but he chose to lay down beside his bard regardless. Jaskier could use the warmth, and Geralt would be able to keep an eye on him.

Without meaning to Geralt had fallen asleep.

He was woken by Jaskier when the bard had an awful sounding coughing fit that left him gagging at its intensity. He quickly helped Jaskier up and rubbed his back through the fit. When Jaskier was done he fell into Geralt’s arms and buried his head in the Witcher’s chest. Geralt could feel the heat that radiated from him. Wonderful, he had a fever now as well as a cough. 

It was long minutes later when Jaskier finally pulled away and looked at Geralt, his face was pale, cheeks flushed with fever. Tired eyes looked glassy and his nose was red, probably from the bard rubbing at it when Geralt hadn’t been looking.

“Geralt, I don’t feel well,” Jaskier said softly, almost like he was expecting some kind of negative reaction from the Witcher. Probably because everytime Geralt suggested he wasn’t feeling well in the years they had known one another, Jaskier would argue, deny and disagree until he was blue in the face. Geralt just felt relieved though that maybe this time he would be able to take care of the man before him without all the usual drama. 

So rather than argue, or tell Jaskier he had known for over a day that the bard was falling ill he simply pulled him into his arms, kissed his over warm forehead and lay back on the bed, pulling Jaskier with him.

“Alright then, we’ll speak with Ves and get something to help. Just let me know when you feel up to it alright?”

Jaskier nodded against Geralt’s chest and relaxed. For once allowing Geralt to care for him without argument. 

[unknownmusing]

The Witcher Fanstory - Ioroche Fic: 'Fate Never Comes by Accident' - (Part 1 of ?)

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Notes:

Iorveth/Vernon relationship

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Alpha Iorveth and Omega Vernon

1 of ? parts

For @chamotea, @apastandfuturenerd and other Ioroche Shippers out there

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Summary:

For a long time, Vernon Roche - Temerian Commander of the Blue Stripes, Foltest's Hound and right-hand man - has been hiding his status as Un-mated Omega, even though in the past King Foltest ordered for his Scent-gland to be 'Cut' and his Crest Fronds on the nape of his neck to be 'Scarred' so that he didn't send Foltest's men into a rut-filled frenzy - until one day he returns to a place where he first met his long-term enemy - Iorveth.

Complicated issues arise though when Vernon, experiences Heat-sickness; rumours spread that Nilfgaard is spreading it's way across the map and plan to attack Vergen next and Aen Seidhe Alpha finds himself falling for his long-term enemy.

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PART 1 - Prologue - 'Returning to a Place where One First met their Enemy'

"Water's cold as hell. Come on, witcher!" Vernon Roche - Temeria Commander of the Blue Stripes, hidden Omega and Un-Mated - shouts up at the white-haired Witcher, who is taking his sweet time in the large boat bearing on the large sail the crest of the Temerian lilies busy making sure everything is sorted - before joins him and Triss - the female Sorceress, who had decided to accompany them both.

It meant to just be him and Geralt doing some 'Reconnaissance' only for Triss Merigold - a Beta, thankfully and not an Alpha as he didn't need two on the ship it would just cause problems even though he never gone into Heat for quite some ever since Foltest had turn the 'Scent-Gland Cutting' process do him not wanting an Un-Mated Omega sending his men into a Rut-filled frenzy - to decide she was coming with them and she want take them saying 'No' to her about it.

" Your witcher's arse is going to have to get wet. Jump." He shouts up, seeing Geralt looking down at them then swing himself effortlessly over the side of the boat to splash right beside him with his Alpha scent less dulled - which meant the wee flask he seen the Witcher taking was Pheromone Nuller, to help null the scent of an Alpha or Omega - where soon the three of them head wade out of the water to the riverbank.

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Following the riverbank, the group of three make their way to Flotsam - a small village surrounded by a large tall forest which according to Roche's secret informer was overrun by a group of Scoiateal with very strong Alpha Leader who lead them - with Merigold starting to ask him questions, while the Witcher walks behind them checking stuff on the way - plants, tracks and occasionally placing some in his satchel.

"Any news from your secret informer?" She asks him, forcing him to sigh heavily because what can he tell her - most of it so poetically written it given him countless headaches to figure what his informer was talking about, he blames Thaler for choosing a Bard to be his secret informer for information.

"The port's blocked. Some merchants have been hold up for months…" Roche replies, pinching the bridge of his nose when feels another headache coming on and slight sickness in the stomach - something which even Ves, his second-in-command who felt more like his daughter had noticed commenting he should see a Special Doctor about it in case it were something affecting him - quickly turning to look over his shoulder to see where their wayward Witcher is.

Geralt, looks like he's choosing not to get too close to him but indicates he's alright and that they should keep on moving.

"What about roads through the forest...? Merigold asks him, making him turn his face back to her when the trio continue to walk along the river-bank, shafts of sunlight shining down through the towering canopy of trees above their heads.

Vernon, tries not to think of his first mission to Flotsam, where him and Ves along with the rest of the Blue Stripes had attacked on the road they took to get to the place by Scoia'tael resulting in such a clash he been glad to get away by the fabric of his gambeson seeing the leader - Iorveth - being held back by his men, holding a scrap of it in one gloved hand, mouth bloodied and smirking at him.

"Iorveth rules the forest...." He states in reply, cheeks flooding with heat at the memory of that annoying Scoia'tael grabbing him mid-way through their fight to lick his cheek where he ascertained a cut followed by stealing a kiss from his lips that afterwards he punched his enemy for good measure due to the un-wanted kiss.

"Where are we?" Roche asks suddenly, confused because they way their coming he doesn't remember - had Flotsam outskirts changed so much, he literally couldn't remember his way or was this a different route from the one he first taken during his first mission to the place hearing the Sorcress beside chuckling at his question. That didn't help him at all in hearing it.

"In a forest, Roche. I thought you've been to Flotsam before." She says, seeing how he looks at her with slightly widened eyes then giving shrewd glare - because how would she knew that unless one of his Blue Stripes had let it slip out - at her, finding himself that he's going have to talk to his men about what they say to the female sorceress.

The three of them are just about to go around a corner when a hand touches his arm, stopping him from going further that flicks his gaze to Geralt, who's come up to him tilting his head slightly like he can hear something Roche can't hear at the moment.

"Hear that?"

Listening, Roche, quickly catches only the brief rustling before it moves on than a sudden scent wafts it way towards to wrap around him - his internal ovaries of his Omega body choose at the sametime at the moment to cramp painfully - that he immediately recognises the scent.

There was no mistake on who it was.

"I....smell....an elf..." Roche grits out, forcing himself to concentrate when he makes his way around the corner of the riverbank, his ears picking up the sound of the flute starting to be played that tries to rid himself of the haze which is starting to settle in.

Something which been happening quite a lot when a Alpha with intense scent confronted him or released their scent into the air - to ascertain where it's coming from.

A short distance down the riverbank, the trio finds the player of the flute - an elf, wearing the colours of forest emerald-green with badges stolen from mutiple factions playing a ornately carved wooden flute, the red badanna covering one of their eyes - that Vernon Roche, chokes out "That's......." when recognises precisely who it is.

Iorveth - his long-term enemy, an Elf and also an Alpha - who sensing he's being watched lowers his flute to get up turning on the fallen log he been sitting on - waiting it seems for them to arrive, so had that been what had been watching them from the cliff-face above hidden by the foliage above as him, Geralt and Merigold stood on the riverbank discussing their best course of action - to face them, confronting Roche straight away.

"Vernon Roche! Special Forces Commander for the last four years. Servant of the Temerian king. Responsible for the pacification of the Mahakaman foothills. Hunter of elves, murderer of women and children. Twice decorated for valor on the field of battle.."

Irked so much by hearing this, Roche, lets out snarl baring his Omegan fangs as he tries to shake off the cloying scent wrapping more strongly around now he was in front of the very source of it, he hits back not caring whether it offends or doesn't offend the Alpha elf in front of him.

"Iorveth - a regular son of an Alpha whore." He spits out, seeing Iorveth bristling at the comment his Alpha scent increasing ten-fold that Roche, wonders how's he still trying to stand even as his internal Omegan Ovaries cramp painfully within his body and sweat begins to form on his body.

"I've long awaited our next meeting. You left me with this parting gift, last time, you came here." Iorveth smirks out, bringing up the piece of gambeson - Temerian blue-coloured, even though faded - to show off to Roche, who balks at the sight of it feeling behind Merigold and Geralt stepping closer to him . "Laid down plans, set many traps... And now you appear in my forest of your own volition."

"SHUT UP!!" Roche shouts, stepping closer to the where Iorveth, stands looking down at them so irked and annoyed that he's just gonna to bear the Alpha scent wrapping around it's way around - like a caress slipping all over him and getting under his skin to saturate him in it. "You aided the man who slew my King....."

"Alpha or Beta King or Beggar - What's the difference? One dhi'one less." Iorveth barks back at him, baring his own Alphan fangs down at Roche - part of his mind wondering what would like biting down into his Crest Fronds on the back of his nape and Scent glands on the side of his neck if had them - who wills himself not rush into literally attacking the elf, he needed to make time for Merigold and Geralt do their thing so continues in berating his long-term enemy.

"Triss, we need to take him alive. Know any useful spells?" Geralt whispers over to Triss.

Seeing how the situation between Vernon Roche and the very tall, Alpha elf called Iorveth is going.

One who's scent was definately potent, Iorveth, would have to be what was called an Aen Siedhe Alpha, one who was more powerful than any Alpha elf or even Human Alpha that he's glad he took his Omega Nuller because Geralt, wasn't Alpha at all but an Omega Witcher and the only one who was as far as knew of.

"Get his attention. Divert it from Roche." Triss whispers back in reply, her hands crackling with magical energy that it makes the hairs on the back of his neck prickle - 'Fuck' he thinks 'She's serious with it' - up and down due to the atmosphere becoming electrified around them slightly as she calls on the source of her Powers to use it.

"I'll try." He cracks out, shaking of the static shock he's getting to move over to Roche, who's nearly at breaking point that this makes Iorveth, flick a single emerald-green gaze over to him with a look 'Who are you to be interrupting us?'

"Climb down and we'll finish this. I await....." Vernon shouts, before moving to lean against boulder with one hand on it looking like he's going collapse at any moment leaving Geralt to hear Iorveth chuck back a response of. "Hah! You're a man without honor, Vernon Roche. An insect I'll not duel, but one that I will crush after I deal with Vhatt'gern here..."

The glare he receives, forcing him to raise any eyebrow in response, crossing his arms over his chest choosing to say his next words carefully or not too carefully if he actually thought about them.

"Seems you spout the same old Elven drivel." Geralt states up to Iorveth, hearing an indignant splutter in Elvish come from the Alpha elf with the bows of the Elvish archers hiding in the shrubbery tightening coming back to him with a question.

"What do you mean, Vhatt'gern? One who hides his true status. You should be ashamed as Omega for hiding it..." Iorveth argues down at him, outing him straight-away that Roche, who's been listening looks at him with confusion and bewilderment that Geralt, knows there is no use hiding it now he been outed by the Alpha elf who smirks at him because both know he's right about him.

"I have my reasons. But that's not why I'm here or my companions." Geralt reasons out, avoiding even looking at Iorveth, who gives a shrewd glare down at him - whether in disgust he doesn't know as of yet.

"Speak then. Tell me you're reason...I'm waiting." Iorveth says, sitting back down again on the fallen log with Geralt, flicking his gaze over to Roche, who's breathing is slightly laboured and looking like he's been drugged up to eyeballs with fisstech when he knows it's Iorveth's Alpha pheromones affecting the other man - though in a way which is very concerning, so would have to make it quick.

"Fine. Since your so piqued to listen, Squirrel." Geralt grits out, gleefully smirking when Iorveth tenses at being named something which the Scoiateal hating being called giving him a look of pure loathing then continues. "The Kingslayer's among you. We've come for him and only him."

"Are you sure? You do know he's an Alpha, don't you, Vhatt'ghern?" Iorveth asks him, smirking when Geralt curses so loudly in his native langauge associated with where he came from Triss, admonishes him for it by sending static electricity increasing one of the Elvish archers says something oddly like 'Damm, Mosquitos!!?" leaving Iorveth, to look at them both with suspicision.

"Then our interests collide... The Alpha Kingslayer is under my protection and I'll not hand over a guest." the elf continues, when Geralt, is not quick to come back with anything or manage to having been stunned into silence at the new information - the Kingslayer of Foltest was an Alpha, which meant getting close to them was going be very difficult.

"Enough of this!!" Iorveth shouts, startling all three of them at the tone - because it not been shouted normally, but in a Alpha command��- forcing Geralt to resist kneeling down on both knees due to it - the last time he did, it been something he never wanted to be forced to do again - with Roche, trying to the same even though his knees are nearly buckling and his body wanting to obey the Alpha above him.

"TRISS NOW!!!" Roche hears Geralt shouting - voice muffled though like he's just submerged underwater - hearing some Elvish being shouted, followed by series of spitting curses and hisses.

Managging to turn his face to look, Vernon sees Iorveth - his long-term enemy - is lying on the ground bound by electric coils which are wrapped tightly around the elf Alpha, who struggles only to give up when he realises he's been caught.

"Bloedhe.....Vhatt'ghern......I'lll.....Gaaa.....kill that Sorceress......Urghhh...." Iorveth snarls out, followed by slumping in exhaustion with a silent command to Ciaran, who's looking down from the hiding spot above to get back to Base.

There is nothing at the moment he could do, seeing Letho, the large Alpha Witcher behind his second-in-command looking at white-haired Vhatt'gern with something like sadness he couldn't tell because soon he's hauled up by the Sorceress, using one of the tendrils of magical coils like a leash or rope.

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[borealwrites]

Ciri, quietly pondering to herself: ‘ Do not let him know how awkward you are. ‘

Roche: Nice weather.

Ciri: Oh, thanks—. . . What?

You know what, I can totally see Ciri falling for this guy

I mean I know nothing about his personality or skills, but he has a motorcycle. I approve of this Witcher x final fantasy ship! Maybe. Idk. Like I said I literally know nothing about him and I refuse to do more than an image search. Anyway he looks like he’d be awkward too! I don’t write for either of those fandoms, so I’m not taking that as a prompt.

[fandom-happy]

Sicktember 2023 - Day 29: Side effect/adverse reaction

Summary: Jaskier’s luck with putting random stuff in his mouth runs out and scares the hell out of Geralt.

[astaldis]

Cahir Chibi by @befuddled-calico-whump for her Whump Community for Palestine project

(with some changes and additions by me, like the chickenpox rash, the pink blanket, the plushies and the wall decorations)

@marchofpain   @badthingshappenbingo​

March of Pain prompts 11 Sick & 28 Burn

Chapters: 5/5    Words: 9,505 Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Original Characters Additional Tags: Bad Things Happen Bingo, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Sick Character, wollemi whump event, Fever, rash, Sickfic, March of Pain 2024, eventual Fluff

Summary: Instead of being sentenced to raid caravans after lying to Emhyr, Cahir is sent to Vicovaro as a punishment. His mission there: Work at a newly opened kindergarten. His new superior is not exactly happy about him being assigned to this task and there are unexpected complications.

[ellieslittleburrow]

Masterlist 🌹🌹🌹

Hi there, welcome. I'm reposting the masterlist on my other account, rusty's lodge and adding the fics i wrote on this one as well.

enjoyyyy 💕

MASTERLIST P.2

4am Masterlist

Writing conditions

Fandoms : Supernatural, Walker, The society, Hannibal, Peaky blinders, Sherlock Holmes, The Punisher, The Witcher, and many more!

Open to requests from other tv shows i might've watched, so request away 🖤🖤

Supernatural :   

One shots : 

Sam and dean and John

Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay P1.(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay P2.(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Arguing siblings(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Graduation (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Broken heart (Dean x sister reader)

Cakepops (Dean x sister reader)

Motorcycle accident (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Tummy ache (Fluffy Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Arrested (Angsty Sam x sister reader)

Distant(Sam x sister reader)

The best dad (Sam x daughter reader)

Heartbroken (Sam/dean x sister reader)

I'll do it for you (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Sleep paralysis...Part1(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Witchcraft (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Fun evening...Part 2(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Fun evening..Part 1(Fluffy Dean x sister reader)

Social anxiety (Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Eating disorder part 1 (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

ED part 2, Dean(Dean x sister reader)

ED part 2, Sam (Sam x sister reader)

Periods (Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Staining the Winchester car (John x daughter reader)

Hungover Dean ( Fluffy Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Non-binary little winchester(Sam/Dean x sibling reader)

Dean realizes his sister’s lesbian( Dean x lesbian sister reader)

Forever love you, no matter what(Sam/Dean x lesbian sister)

I'm here now, kid (Dean winchester x daughter!reader)

Too young to go on hunts(Sam/Dean/Bobby x sister reader)

Sick (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Pretty girl (Sam/Dean x young sister reader)

psychic abilities (Sam/Dean x sister reader) 

Homeschooled Part 1 (Sam/sister reader)

Homeschooled Part 2 (Sam/sister reader)

Sir mister judge (Dean x sister reader)

Bites pt1 (angst Dean winchester x daughter reader)

Bites pt2 (fluffy Dean winchester x daughter reader)

The hairdresser (Sam x young daughter reader) 

Short hair (Sam/Dean x sister reader) 

Panicky..(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Hurtin' kid.(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Family breakup. (Angst Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Sentimental sister (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

What's that you're wearing?(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Siblings : sleepover (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Siblings : periods (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Singer sister meets Dean after a long time apart(Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Other characters :

The little secret (Castiel x reader)

I promised i’d keep you safe and i broke that promise(Platonic jack x sister reader)

Savior castiel (platonic castielx sister reader)

Charlie's girlfriend (Romantic fluff charlie x sister reader)

Siblings (Dean/Sam Winchester x sister!reader)

Christmas time (Dean winchester x sister!reader)

Motorcycle accident (Dean/Sam winchester x sister!reader)

Protective John(John Winchester x daughter!reader)

  Texts 📱 :

Sam and Dean :

Are you sure you’re feeling better ? (Sam x sick sister reader)

Prank time. (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Night terrors (Dean x sister reader)

I crashed baby...(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Other characters :

Blackmail Part 1(Claire novak x winchester sister reader)

Blackmail Part 2 (Claire novak x winchester sister reader)

I will never leave (Jensen Ackles/ Danneel Ackles x daughter!reader)

Hannibal :

Poor behaviour Pt1 (hannibal x daughter reader)

Poor behaviour Pt2

It is but a little cold. (Fluff Hannibal x daughter reader)

Anger issues (Hannibal x daughter reader)

Protective family(AU Sherlock Holmes/Hannibal Lecter x daughter/sister!reader)

Peaky Blinders :

Final night in Soho (shelby brothers x sister)

Sherlock Holmes :

His ward. (Sherlock Holmes x sister reader)

His ward. PT2, choice 1

His ward. PT2, choice 2

The detectives (Sherlock/Enola holmes x sister!reader)

Big Sky :

Hurt but safe.(Beau Arlen x daughter!reader)

The Last Of Us :

A father like no other (Joel Miller x daughter!reader)

From stranger to father..(Joel miller x daughter!reader)

Fainter reader(Joel miller x daughter!reader/Ellie x sister!reader)

Home late(Joel miller x daughter!reader)

The witcher :

Geralt headcanons (Geralt x daughter!reader)

Top Gun Maverick :

Balls of fire (Rooster Bradshaw x sister!reader)

Elvis :

I own you. (Smut Elvis Presley x girlfriend!reader)

Classic case of jealousy (Elvis Presley x girlfriend!reader)

[jasmines-library]

WHUMPTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

Hello to wherever you are! Welcome to the complete masterlist for whumptober 2023! Here you can find all of my fics for this years event. My prompts for this year came as a mixture of my own and from the official @whumptober prompts, as well as the @ailesswhumptober list. I’ve tried to match the numbers up as close as possible but have had to do a little jumbling to get all of my favourites in. As always each fic has its own warnings so please be mindful to check those beforehand for anything sensitive. Happy whumping!

⛤ MAIN MASTERLIST ⛤

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🪦 DAY ONE: Just One Big Headache.

Prompt - “how many fingers am I holding up” Fandom - Supernatural (Winchesters x reader, platonic)

🌡️ DAY TWO: Spellbound Sickness

Prompt - thermometer. Fandom - Supernatural (closest to dean x reader)

🔗 DAY THREE: Up and Down

Prompt - solitary confinement/“make it stop”. Fandom - Supernatural

🩸DAY FOUR: Tried and True

Prompt - Hiding an Injury. Fandom - Batfam

🪨 DAY FIVE: No Escape

Prompt - pinned down Fandom - The Lost Boys

👀 DAY SIX: I’ll Make This Up To You

Prompt - made to watch Fandom - Batfam

☠️ DAY SEVEN: Poisoned Heart

Prompt - poison Fandom - The Hobbit/Lotr

⚡️DAY EIGHT: Let it linger

Prompt - dissociation/shock Fandom - Supernatural

🛠️ DAY NINE: Just Forget about it.

Prompt - conditioning Fandom - Marvel

💔 DAY TEN: Hold me Tight

Prompt - “you said you’d never leave” Fandom - The Last of Us

⛓️ DAY ELEVEN: Blood Bag

Prompt - captivity/“no one will find you” Fandom - Supernatural

🔪 DAY TWELVE: Catch me if I fall

Prompt - self harm Fandom - Batfam

💉 DAY THIRTEEN: Safehouse

Prompt - infection/septic Fandom - supernatural

💦 DAY FOURTEEN: Spinning out

Prompt - water inhalation/drowning Fandom - Top Gun

📞 DAY FIFTEEN: The ‘Do Not Call’ List

Prompt - Barely conscious Fandom - Batfam

🔬 DAY SIXTEEN: 14 Years

Prompt - experimentation Fandom - Marvel

❄️ DAY SEVENTEEN: Baby, It’s cold outside

Prompt - hypothermia Fandom - The Witcher

🗡️ DAY EIGHTEEN: The Basement

Prompt - tortured for information. Fandom - Supernatural

💊 DAY NINETEEN: Needle and Thread

Prompt - no anesthesia Fandom - Batfam

🔫 DAY TWENTY: Lost and Found

Prompt - “you will regret touching them”. Fandom- Batfam

💀 DAY TWENTY-ONE: hidden on the inside

Prompt - Near death experience Fandom- supernatural

🚘 DAY TWENTY-TWO: Oh, Baby.

Prompt- vehicular accident Fandom - Supernatural

🧸 DAY TWENTY-THREE: Sweet Creature

Prompt - nightmares Fandom - Supernatural

🔎 DAY TWENTY-FOUR: Sounds of Someday

Prompt - “I thought they were with you?” Fandom- Supernatural

🔐 DAY TWENTY-FIVE: People are Strange

Prompt - failed escape/hunted down Fandom- The Lost Boys

📉 DAY TWENTY-SIX: tired eyes

Prompt - working to exhaustion Fandom- Batfam

⚡️DAY TWENTY-SEVEN: Lazarus Rising

Prompt - scars Fandom- Batfam

💔 DAY TWENTY-EIGHT: Unbroken Valour

Prompt - Sacrifice. Fandom- Batfam

⏳ DAY TWENTY-NINE: Devil in Disguise

Prompt- oxygen deprivation Fandom- Supernatural

🩻 DAY THIRTY: Black Smoke Rising

Prompt - possession. Fandom - Supernatural

🎱 DAY THIRTY-ONE: Ask Again Later

Prompt- forced to chose. Fandom- Batfam

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[kittenofdoomage]

In case you missed it...

I'm currently posting a fic a day over on Ao3 for my Tropetober A-Z event on Patreon last year. It's a different character every day from different fandoms, mostly smutty (you know me). All red underlined links lead to AO3, please read the warnings on individual stories 😘

The fics:

A: Alpha/Beta/Omega - Winter Nights

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) You’re an Omega who lives at Kaer Morhen, unmated but belonging, almost like a pack Omega to the Alpha Witchers; Geralt, Coen, Lambert and Vesemir, though the elder Witcher is long past any need for you. Geralt is close to rut when he returns, and seeks you out.

B: Bodyswap - Worth The Wait

(John Winchester x fem!reader) Some supernatural beings don’t want to hurt anyone, they just want to prove a point.

C: Character Death - The One Good Thing

(Negan x fem!reader) You waited so long to have him back, and he’s waited so long to get back to you, now you can be happy again… right?

D: Dark fic - On Our Terms

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) A sorcerer out for revenge leaves you in a dangerous position, and you’re not sure you’re going to make it out of this one.

E: Enemies To Lovers - Trapped

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) An incident on a mission leaves you and Bucky trapped in a vault. Being sealed in a relatively small space is a problem on its own, but you’re faced with another dilemma; you absolutely hate Bucky Barnes.

F: Fake Dating - Keeping Up Appearances

(John Winchester x fem!reader) You haven’t heard from John in three months, after he abandoned you, but now he needs your help on a case. Are you willing to ignore your feelings to help him?

G: Glad To Be Alive - All Is Not Lost

(Negan x fem!reader) A sequel to "The One Good Thing" which was letter C of Tropetober.

H: High School Sweethearts - Bittersweet

(Steve Rogers x fem!reader) In any time or place, she'd love him.

I: I Don't Want To Ruin Our Friendship - Mistakes

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) She took a chance and it broke her heart - can Bucky fix the mistake he made?

J: Just Friends - Nightcap

(John Winchester x fem!reader) She’s sick of correcting everyone, and alcohol loosens the tongue.

K: Kiss Of Life - Near Miss

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) Geralt saves your life, then reminds you to never nearly die again.

L: Love Potion - A Wee Favor

(Dean Winchester x fem!reader x Sam Winchester) Dreams can come true.

M: Mates - Crossed Paths

(Alpha!Geralt Of Rivia x Omega!fem!reader) Destiny put them in each other's way for a reason.

N: New Old Flame - Always Yes

(John Winchester x fem!reader) They came so close to something special, only to have it torn away; is there any hope left for them now?

O: One True Love - Backseat Lover

(Dean Winchester x fem!reader) He's been keeping a secret from her, and when they're stranded alone for hours, he finally has to come clean.

P: Please Don't Leave Me - Vigil

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) He's halfway through a mission when something he can't fight happens.

Q: Queen Size Bed - Never Have I Ever

(John Winchester x fem!reader x Dean Winchester) Drinking can lead to all sorts of decisions, luckily, these are good ones.

R: Roommates - Sleepless

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) Turns out, the solution to the problem was there all along.

S: Soulmates - Runaway

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) You run away from the life your parents want for you, and finally find your soulmate in the most unlikely of places.

T: Time Travel - Time Breaks All Things

(John Winchester x fem!reader) - A misstep on a case puts them somewhere they didn't expect to be, and they're not sure if there's a way home again.

U: Unresolved Sexual Tension - Seize The Sam

(Sam Winchester x fem!reader) Dean "Matchmaker" Winchester strikes again.

V: Virgin - Life Lessons

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) The night that Geralt learned his most valuable life lessons…

W: Werewolf - The Wolf Moon

(Henry Cavill x fem!reader) A night of camping leads her right into the arms of fate.

X: Xenafication - Rough

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) Something changes you, and Geralt isn't sure it's a good thing.

Y: You Can't Fight Fate - Ships In The Night

(Dean Winchester x fem!reader) She keeps running to avoid heartbreak but she's breaking all the same.

Z: Zombies - Full

(Negan Smith x fem!reader) She knows she shouldn't, but the problem is, she wants to, real bad.

If you do check any of the fics out, please let me know what you think 😊

[geraskierfanficprompts]

PROMPT HEAVY ANGST GERASKIER - The djin fulfills Geralt's last wish. A wish that the witcher didn't know he had, and that was thrown into a mountain. The djin understands that he has to get rid of the bard, as his master asked.

The prompt is simple… Geralt didn't know, but there was one more wish remaining from the djin. And when he says all that to Jaskier on the mountain… the djin fulfills his wish. Jaskier is now dying… because the djin understands the witcher wanted to get rid of the bard. Jaskier meets Yennefer who soon tells him why he has been feeling increasingly ill. She doesn't know that the wish comes from Geralt, despite knowing that it comes from a djin. Jaskier lies… says it was someone who didn't like him. When everything is happening, and they are finally in Kaer Mohen after Violet Meir's attack, Jaskier's condition begins to worsen… I think about Jaskier gradually getting sick. First, he starts vomiting what he eats and drinks. And he's been eating and drinking a lot, since nothing stays in his stomach. He hears Lambert joke about it… that he ends up being a liability there. He tries to eat less, starting to drink more… even though the nausea gets worse as a result. He doesn't want to be another bother on Geralt's shoulders. And then, he starts vomiting blood. Even feeling the blood in his lungs when he breathes. Remembering that under the power of the djin, he does not smell of illness or magic… but his physical condition visually worsens. Even the vomit and blood, Jaskier tries to hide it any way he can. Jaskier really believes the words Geralt said to him on the mountain, and feels increasingly worse, even more so when the witcher finds himself very busy and worried about his new family. When Yennefer says she needs to know who launched the request to help him, Jaskier refuses to say (he wants to protect Geralt). She says they are running out of time and Jaskier notices this when he starts to feel terrible pain and vomit blood frequently. Yennefer threatens that she will ask the witcher for help, but Jaskier begs her not to… she says she will try to find another way to cure him… (she cannot read Jaskier's mind as he is under the djinn's power) … But she doesn't guarantee that she can. Jaskier reaches his limit, passing out after vomiting a lot, in the middle of a party when he is left alone, while everyone celebrates. Except Yennefer, who is always worried, finds him lying in a hall… Geralt finds them after following the nauseating smell of blood. ''Jaskier… what?'', he looks at Yennefer's tearful face. ''Let's get him to bed,'' she says. ''I need to talk about Jaskier's illness''. She tells everything about what has been happening. Leaving the wish part for last, even if she doesn't know who did it. The panic on the witcher's face is palpable when he hears about the djin and Jaskier's refusal to say who made the request. ''Geralt, what's wrong?'', she asks. ''Shit, I…'' he says. ''Geralt…?'', Yennefer asks again. But Jaskier starts to faint in front of them both.

@oonoturna feeding us again, yumyumyumyumyum delicioso! I LOVE this!! LOVE THIS!!! I need this as a fic NOWWWWW!!!

[mochalottie]

Masterlist

(Because even though no one asked for one...I wanted to do it to keep my brain entertained)

Avatar (Cameron Movies)

Oel Ngati Kameie (37k+ words) Series about Spider being adopted into the Sully. Post Way of Water.

To protect (2k words) Oneshot about Spider being injured on the SeaDragon.

Baby Mine (6.5k words) 5 times Spider called someone Mom or Dad and one time someone called him Son.

Eywa Provides (23k words) Multi chapter, complete - Feral Na'vi Spider living alone in the forest who is, surprise surprise, adopted by the Sullys.

Our Hearts Beat in the Womb of the World (115k words) Multi chapter, complete - Spider is adopted by Tonowari and Ronal. That's it. That's the fic.

For the Nights and Days of Life (387k words) Multi chapter, complete - All humans leave Pandora after the final battle leaving Spider behind. Oh, and he’s blessed by Eywa. That’s it. That’s the fic.

You Brought light, and new life (78k words) Multi chapter, complete - The comfort fic/sequel that everyone (surprisingly) wanted and I definitely needed.

What am I supposed to do, dance with it? (8k) Oneshot - Spider turns into a tiger. That's it. That's the fic.

Let the Wind Carry Us to the Clouds Multi chapter, ongoing - Aka the ikran racing!au I've snatched up and twisted into my own version, which features some Nocorro but centrics around our boy Spider!

Every Family has Someone Who Falls (160K+) Multi chapter, complete - the time loop au where Spider is thoroughly put through the wringer.

Avatar: The Last Airbender

When You Can't Look on the Brightside, I'll Sit with You in the Dark (63k words) Multi chapter - a Zukka Alice in Wonderland AU where Sokka is Alice and Ozai is the Red King.

If Music is the Food of Love, Play On (4k words) Oneshot - Zuko essentially pining after Sokka in a Modern AU

Final Fantasy XV

Stronger than the Tides (13k words) Oneshot - Mermaid AU for Reverse Big Bang 2023

Blessed be the Boys Time Can't Capture (6k words) Oneshot - heads of families in Eos are vessels for the Greek Gods.

FFXV Song ficlets Series of Oneshots based on songs by Lauv. Includes multiple ships and AUs.

New Dawn (74k words) Multi chapter, complete - Ignis x Male!OC

Star Wars Prequels

Rock You Like a Hurricane Multi chapter, second part abandoned -The Obikin Band AU with Obi-Wan on drums, Anakin with vocals, Rex on Bass and Ahsoka on Guitar

The Mandalorian

Chakaar (22k words) Oneshot - Din Djarin x Male!OC Where a curious thief gets too involved with a grumpy Mandalorian and gains a family in return.

Inheritance Cycle

The World Ahead Multi chapter, incomplete - The Eragon/LOTR crossover that no one seemed to need, but two people very much wanted.

The Witcher

Destiny Changed Series of Oneshots - Jaskier is a Witcher and falls in love for Geralt the Nobleman. That's it, that's the series.

Voltron Legendary Defender

Space Family to the Rescue (1k words) Oneshot - Sick Keith is cared for by his Space Family.

Love is Endless (6k words) Oneshot - Keith pines for Lance in a Modern AU.

(Techni)Colour Vision (60k words) Multi chapter, complete - Klance through many film AUs.

[beth--b]

calm throughout his melodrama

this is a follow up to my fic 'rest my head against your shoulder' which is on ao3 here

It had been a week since Geralt got home from his hunt and Jaskier had taken an impromptu visit to the hospital. 

Jaskier loved Geralt, he truly did. 

He loved Geralt doting on him, loved spending time with him. 

What he did not love however was the part where Geralt was treating him as though he might break.

It has been a week, he still wasn’t completely well, he could admit to that easily enough. It wasn’t normal for him to be ready to fall asleep by 8pm and out of breath just from walking from one end of their house to the other. He knew all of this, and could understand that Geralt went on a hunt and came back to find Jaskier ill enough that he had needed a hospital visit. But he also really wanted Geralt to treat him like he normally would. 

The entire week Geralt had been the model boyfriend. If Jaskier wanted a cup of tea to soothe his sore throat, Geralt already had the kettle on and ready. If Jaskier needed a nap, Geralt would have his favourite blanket ready for him on the couch if he was too tired to go to the bedroom. 

Jaskier knew Geralt loved him, but he was never normally so…attentive. 

He was a terrible person. That was all there was for it. Why else would be wishing that Geralt would snark at him over his choice in television show, or insult him about something ridiculous, though it was always said in a way that Jaskier knew Geralt meant no true harm. 

In truth Jaskier was bored.

read it on ao3 here

He had never been more grateful when Geralt had to go out to answer a call. It was local, so despite his protests that Eskel or Lambert could handle it Jaskier had just about kicked him out of the house to take the job.

The only problem with Geralt being out was that now he was both bored and alone. He had thought he wanted to be alone, at least until he actually was.

"Alright Jaskier, you wanted this, now you just need to make yourself enjoy it."

He decided that after a week of feeling like crap that a nice, long, steamy shower was in order as his first step. Then he would hopefully be feeling well enough to play his guitar, maybe do a little

composing. Geralt had made him spend the week without his guitar, lest he overdo it and have another asthma attack.

He took his time in the shower, letting the steam help clear his airways. After a good twenty minutes he reluctantly shut the water off and got out of the shower.  He dried off and pulled on a clean pair of plaid pyjama pants and a worn black shirt that belonged to Geralt. 

Head and chest feeling better than they had in days he retrieved his guitar from it's case and settled on the floor in front of the lounge. After making sure the instrument was in tune he began to work through some basic chords. 

Before long Jaskier found himself lost in his music, only becoming aware that he had been playing far too long when he began to cough and quickly found himself scrambling to his feet in search of his ventolin.

In his hurry to stand he felt his right knee twist painfully, distracted as he was by the painful coughing fit he simply hobbled to the bedroom to retrieve the much needed medication.

Once he had his breathing under control he went to stand back up, only to quickly fall back onto the bed at the pain in his knee. 

"Shit," he yelped. Taking a deep breath he rolled up his pyjama pants to take a look at his leg. After some painful probing, he came to the conclusion that his knee was likely sprained.  At least it was nothing some ice and rest wouldn't solve.

Of course that was when he got a text from Geralt saying the hunt was done and he would be back within the next 20 minutes.

Now how on earth was he going to explain this?

Torn between staying out to save himself pain and getting up to put his guitar away, Jaskier wasted half of the time he had working out a plan. Of course said plan went out the window when he heard Geralt pull into the driveway.

"Fucking shit," Jaskier muttered, pushing himself up to standing, gasping as he put weight on his injured leg. Looking at the offending appendage he noted it had started to swell.  He knew he couldn't hide this from Geralt but regardless, he limped as quickly as he could back to the lounge room and tried to put his guitar back in its case. 

Of course Geralt opened the door right as Jaskier was struggling to put the guitar case away while also trying not to put any weight on his injured leg, a painful sounding wheeze coming from him with each breath.

"What the fuck?" Geralt asked, brow furrowed in confusion. "Jask, I thought you were going to rest a little longer before playing?" Geralt broached the distance between them in a few short strides and took the guitar from Jaskier's hands.

Relieved of his instrument Jaskier found himself adjusting his stance automatically only to give a muffled cry of pain as the movement jostled his knee.

Geralt put the guitar case out of the way in one corner of the room, returning to Jaskier's side quickly, looking him over for whatever was causing his lover pain.

"What happened? Are you hurt? Do you need ventolin?"

Jaskier shook his head and leaned into Geralt’s chest, strong arms wrapping around him instinctively. 

"I fucked up. Can we sit?" Jaskier said, nodding towards the couch.

Geralt helped the brunette the couch, helping him lower down slowly until he was sitting comfortably. Geralt moved away long enough to take off his boots and jacket before sitting beside Jaskier and waiting for him to speak.

"I may have ah…decided to play for a while. Nothing too crazy and no singing. But well, you know me, I ended up playing longer than intended! had a coughing fit. I tried to get to my puffer but I hurt my knee, pretty sure it's sprained…" he trailed off, sniffling a little and rubbing a hand across his eyes.

"Oh Jask, how about I get you an ice pack and a cup of tea for your throat? Maybe some ibuprofen?" Geralt asked as he checked over Jaskiers now swollen knee.

"But you just got back from a hunt, are you alright dear heart?"

Geralt nodded, features softening as his ill and hurting lover tried to look after him, "I am fine, hardly broke a sweat." 

Jaskier hesitated, studying Geralt for any hint of a lie. Finally satisfied that Geralt really was fine he nodded. "Yes please, that would be wonderful."

Geralt dropped a kiss to the brunette's forehead before standing and heading to the kitchen.

While Geralt was gone Jaskier put the TV on and brought up an episode of a show they'd been working through while Jaskier was sick. He sat back and turned so he was leaning against the arm of the chair, his aching leg stretched out before him, and got comfortable while waiting for Geralt to return. 

Before long Geralt was back with a mug of tea in one hand and an ice pack in the other. He gave Jaskier the tea before placing the ice pack on his swollen knee. With hands now free Geralt returned to the kitchen returning moments later with water and two ibuprofen in his hand, Jaskier gratefully downed the pills and water before handing the glass back. Geralt put the glass on the floor beside the lounge and Jaskier lifted his outstretched leg so Geralt could sit down.

When both men were settled on the lounge, Jaskier's legs on Geralt’s lap and Geralt's hand entwined with Jaskier's, the show was turned on and the pair let themselves relax.

[chaosandorder46]

Master fic list

I decided it was time to make a master list. 🤷‍♀️

Witcher

Tissaia/Yennefer centric

1. I’m OK, You’re OK (6108 words; uni AU)- Tissaia's anxiety is not under control. Yennefer totally gets it, and Triss is a therapist, because of course, she is.

2. And Then There Were Three (26,290 words; domestic fluff)-Tissaia and Yennefer are happily married, and want a child to complete their family. The process won't be easy, but they have each other and their ride or die friend group. Some fluff, some angst, and shenanigans arise on their journey.

3. Self Control (1,149 words; fluff and smut)- Dr. Tissaia de Vries has legendary self control. Unless Yennefer of Vengerberg is in the room.

4. Come to my Office, Please (3,123 words; Eventual smut)-A private message gets sent to the entire group and puts a series of events into action.

5. Stars Fell on Aretuza (1,210 words; hurt/comfort)-It's the first Ascension Ball since the Thanedd Coup, and the first in decades not coordinated by Tissaia de Vries.

6. You Mistake the Stars (31,647 words; whump)- Yennefer saw Vilgefortz as a way to get off of the pig farm, but ended up in a worse situation. When she casts an errant portal and ends up on the Isle of Thanedd, she meets a cast of characters that will change her life.

7. Such a Good Turkey (2,606 words, crack fic)- It's close to Thanksiving on The Continent and no one has any chill.

8. I Might Love You More than Coffee (46,484 words; fluff)- Yennefer is intrigued by a mysterious new regular at her coffee shop, The Lodge. I'm no barista, so I'm relying on my extensive coffee consumption experience for the details on this one.

9. Le Tits Now! (3,939 words; crack fic)-It's the holiday season and everyone is in various states of festiveness. Shenanigans to follow...

10. And I Swear My Breath Turned Silver the Day Your Hair Did (4,942 words; angst with a happy ending)-I've never really written a real fix it for the Thanedd Coup before. I pretty much just ignore it by writing modern AUs or insinuate that everything turned out ok.

This is a somewhat canon compliant (until it's not) fix it for the Thanedd Coup fall out. I've had it in progress for a while and seem to be having trouble working on my other fic until this one is done.

11. What’s Lost is not Lost…Keep Looking! (1,380 words; crack fic)-Ciri's beloved stuffy is missing. Tissaia and Yen are ready to go all Liam Neeson from Taken, but the answer may be closer than they think.

12. Now the Air I Tasted and Breathed (Has Taken a Turn) (WIP; angst with a happy ending)-Ok, so....remember the musical episode of Grey's Anatomy (Song beneath the song)? Um...this is the Witcher version of that. Kind of, though (in my imagination) the characters aren't singing, it's just a montage of scenes with the song playing. If you aren't familiar with Black by Pearl Jam, listening is a good pre-reading activity. :)

13. How did we get THIS way? (3,933 words; crack treated seriously) - An alternate version of Rinde if Tissaia had shown up a bit later. OR...Tissaia de Vries accidentally crashes an orgy.

14. Nothing Sweeter Than a Bitter Cup of Coffee (13,681 words; light angst and crack)-More coffee shop shenanigans ensue when Rita shares some news with Tissaia.

15. More Indelible than Ink (WIP, fluff)- Tissaia is the proprietor of deVries Ink and Paper Shop and leads a very quiet, normal life...that is until a stunning raven-haired tattoo artist walks into her store.

Sabrina/Triss centric

1. The Kids are Alright (5,399 words; mutual pining)-Sabrina breaks her arm badly teaching novices non-magical self defense. Rita and Triss help her and Triss uses her chaos. The healer becomes the patient and Rita is sick of their shit.

2. Downtime (1,034 words, PWP?)- Sabrina's office has a network downtime and she needs something (or someone) to do.

3. What We Lost at Sodden (8,858 words; hurt/comfort)- This is another Sodden Hill story with a focus on Sabrina and Rita's experiences. I feel like Sabrina was too OK, too soon after Sodden, and I would love to have seen more of Rita's experience being charged with holding down the fort, knowing her friends were fighting for, and losing their lives.

4. The Things I Regret (2,036 words; hurt/comfort)- Written on the the one year anniversary of my mom's death. We had a very complicated relationship and I've been surprised at how I've felt since she died, vs. how I thought I would feel. I also had lunch recently with a friend who has gone no-contact with her mother due to her refusal to acknowledge her childhood trauma. These human experiences are always so interesting to me...if a bit painful. So, why not write about it? 😁

So, once again poor Sabrina gets to be a stand in for therapy. I mainly chose her because of her conduit moment, we know she has some issues there. 😁

5. Put Out the Fire in Your Head and Lay With Me Tonight (2,226 words; fluff and smut)-Sabrina is exhausted and stressed. Triss helps her relax. This is all fluff with a little bit of smut and nearly no plot. Just like I like to write. 😈😍

6. Burnout (10,501 words; hurt/comfort)-Sabrina is burnt out and coping as only Sabrina can, which is to say, not at all.

7. Aretuza (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair) (1,465 words; tooth rotting fluff)- This is a snapshot of an Aretuza where they all live happily ever after, even if the novices are a bit ...incapable.

8. The world was on fire (and no one could save me but you) (22,760 words; angst with a happy ending)-IMO, this is the angstiest thing I've written, so be warned. None of the major characters die (I could never) but there is some death.

9. The 14th on the Hill (8,985 words; angst with a happy ending)-Another spin on Sodden, but this one pulls from book lore as well as Netflix lore and HCs.

Group shenanigans

1. Icks (1,116 words; crack fic)-Tissaia learns a new term. Everyone shares an ick in their relationship.

2. Triss’s Greenhouse (429 words; crack fic) -Tissaia needs to relax and Triss has something for that.

3. Beige Flags (770 words; crack fic)-Tissaia is slowly learning tik tok. She needs an explanation of beige flags.

4. Another Fic Where Triss is Stoned, but with Pokemon (965 words; crack fic)- This is a crack fic, but based on a real life conversation. No need to take this seriously. :) This is based on a video game called pal world That is essentially a rip off of pokémon... And they have guns.

5. Hanging Around (5,593 words, crack treated seriously)- Ok. I was inadvertently sent on a side quest to tell an important, and very serious story. It is based on the delightful video below which gave me several much needed laughs. This is set in the AUMC universe where Tissaia is a pathologist, Yennefer and Rita work in the hospitals PR department, Triss is a nurse and married to Sabrina, who manages the lab. The slides in question are stained blood and bone marrow which are used to microscopically diagnose blood disorders, such as leukemia. I think that is all the pre-reading needed.🤭

6. After Sodden (29,044 words; modern AU; slow burn?)- Ciri is an environmental activist, but accidentally commits a bit of eco-terrorism. She's now a fugitive and turns to Yennefer for help.This was inspired by a Tumblr prompt...I have taken a LOT of creative liberties here. (Read: I don't follow instructions well).

Wheel of Time

• I (Critically) Care A Lot (7,677 words; Hospital AU)- Moraine and Siuan have a tense working relationship. Or do they?

• You’re Going to Make Me…Late (8,493 words; hospital AU)-Siuan applies for a new job.

• I’d walk to the depths of a world down below (and demand to get back what some circumstance stole) (1,867 words; crack)-Siuan is dead, like...dead dead. And Moiraine has to go to The Underworld to get her back.